Tuesday, April 5, 2011


That moon it taunts me
It pulls me in with its white glow
and makes me think of you
And there you are invading my mind
seeping into my skin
and pumping into my veins
I breath in and remember your face
Your eyes that never left my gaze
The subtle way your hand reached for mine
I felt it, that moment of extascy when you know
You know youll never be the same
And it is painful
And it is thrilling
But it takes over your being 
you are content 
Content to linger in it
To let yourself wonder in the possibility

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